Buddy — Glitch

31 октября, 2020 Mr. Strange

Oh oh oh, shit, system got a glitch, bitch
Money comin’ in, it got an itch, bitch
Everyday you know I’m gettin’ rich, bitch
Niggas hatin’, I don’t give a shit, bitch
Guilty conscience, I ain’t innocent, yeah
Tryna make a nigga cease and desist
I command your bitch, I surround your whip
I demand some chips, I’m bringin’ the clips
My back in, flip, I hang ’round some creeps
Some bloods, pimps, some thugs, [?]

Oh, yeah, that’s right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
You goddamn right
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
We don’t play nice
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s right
Just rate my price
Oh, yeah, that’s right, oh, yeah, that’s

Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

Yeah, out late night with some move
We stay breakin’ all the rules
Me and three bitches in the nude
I’m the realest nigga in the room
Another twenty-K came through
I’m runnin’ through, but not actin’ foolish
Nothin’ to prove, got somethin’ to lose
So, buckle your dues, to pay for my doom
From the westside it’s true
In a designer suit
Watch who you talkin’ to
Out of my mind I’m glitchin’
Probably ’cause I been sippin’, smokin’, trippin’
All of these bitches dancin’ on top of my dickies
Countin’ up hundreds and fifties
It’s gettin wicked, I’m ’bout to black in a minute
I’m gone

Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah
Money bags, cash cars, clothes
Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah

Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right
Oh, yeah that’s right